So, hey everyone, what's up?

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's me, yeah, don't get overexcited. Or under excited. Actually, scratch that, go right ahead and be that last one.

To start off this enchanting little tale, that last sentence was not me putting myself down. Honestly, I mean it. There just seems to be this weird little phenomenon of internet communication where the inflection of what is said is lost. I know! Weird, right? Who would have thought that reading a formless jumble of words as opposed to a soul filled person would lose something in translation. Not that I advise you to read people, it's usually better to listen to them.

What have I been up to lately? Eh, not all that much really. I'm out of high school (Yay!) but dreading the rest of my life. Not because of college (which I'm looking forward to), or a job (which I already have at a McDonalds and strangely enjoy), or missing friends (because you stick with who you really care about). or any of that. I'm dreading life because it has to end at some point, and then how am I supposed to realize it's last minute and get up? I'm just weird and existential like that.

I'm attempting to move out of my home with a friend as opposed to my girlfriend (really only due to the fact that her home life seems to be perfect for not moving out). I'm kicking myself in the ass to really get to work more on my story (really only due to the fact it keeps floating around in my head). I'm also being kicked in the posterior by my own person to get back to drawing (really only because I don't think I'm great at it).

And here's where the dangers of inflection are found. You may read this thinking that it is some sort of strange teenage, angst filled, quandary asking, infinitesimally small cry for help at the world in blog (or in this case journal) form, but you know what? I'm ecstatic as I write this. I'm happy to move out with a friend because I want to leave and my girlfriend is perfectly happy where she is and so am I. I am really anxious to write my story because if I don't, who will? And my drawing ability which I think very little of? I think I have potential, and I really want to see where I can go.

Besides the specific reasons, who has ever really seen me upset at anything? If this writing did indeed have a voice, it would be the quick talking of a six year old hyped up on caffeine who just went to Disney World for the first time. Think Calvin from comic fame due to the overly large vocabulary.

Am I ranting now? Maybe, but I like to think that this is helping whatever little demon may reside within escape my soul. Or some such nonsense which would further confuse the reader into thinking this is nothing less that a whiny blog that I hate so much.

The only real way to summarize what is in my head right now is to hear me say, "I'm in one of the most confusing, most difficult, and scariest times of my life right now. Sweet."
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Or, if you don't have the time nor transportation to come hear me say that, just read it. It's right there. Add the Calvin voice as triumphantly as you can. I bet I make it sound more so for you people who manage to see me.

Love to all of you.
Kurtis